Poetry – Numbers

Numbers

I saw a trillion stars tonight

Then a trillion grains of sand.

But they were mere handfuls

Compared to the atoms in my pen.

It took billions of years

To appreciate this fact.

These numbers are too large for

My billions of brain cells.

Opher – 24.8.2019

We have a hundred billion brain cells. That is all. It is not enough.

The size of the universe. The distance in miles. The length of time. The number of stars. The number of atoms.

They are all beyond our limited ability to comprehend.

Numbers

I saw a trillion stars tonight

Then a trillion grains of sand.

But they were mere handfuls

Compared to the atoms in my pen.

It took billions of years

To appreciate this fact.

These numbers are too large for

My billions of brain cells.

Opher – 24.8.2019

We have a hundred billion brain cells. That is all. It is not enough.

The size of the universe. The distance in miles. The length of time. The number of stars. The number of atoms.

They are all beyond our limited ability to comprehend.

Poetry – All too much

All too much

There are too many people

Chopping too many trees,

Bringing the world

Down to its knees.

Drilling too much oil

From too many wells.

Too much profit

From too many hard sells.

Too many hunters

Shooting too many beasts.

Too much partying

And too many feasts.

They are trawling

Too many sea beds

For too many mouths

In too many heads.

There’s too much land

Being cleared away

And all being doused

With far too much spray.

There’s too little thought

And too little care

Just too much devastation

Everywhere!

It’s all far, far too much!

Opher – 22.5.2019

The truth is that there are far too many of us. We have taken over too much of the fertile land and are causing far too much damage. We’re wiping everything out.

The natural world is reeling!

Too Many – poetry about overpopulation.

Too many

People everywhere

Crammed in like matchsticks –

Boxes into boxes

Filling every corner

Driving out the life

Swatting the flies

With a pot plant on the mantle.

 

People everywhere

In cars careering into the future

On mopeds with dreams of cars

Frantically propelled

In pursuit of progress.

Providing food upon the table.

 

People everywhere

Marching purposefully along pavements

Staring ahead

With minds nicely contained

And dreams restricted

 

People everywhere

Sitting in front of screens

In offices with air-conditioning

And protocols

So that they do not have to think

 

People everywhere

In boxes within boxes

Watching boxes

Being boxed

And avoiding thinking about the box

They will all end up in.

 

10.2.2017

 

Too Many

What a shame.

There are too many of us destroying everything, reducing the beauty to rubble, creating wasteland out of wilderness, producing rubbish and consuming the world.

Too much filth, grime and litter. Too much smoke and gas. Too many kids.

We travel in boxes and live in boxes shut away from the natural world and are fed the views we are to assume. We are controlled, organised, restricted and contained.

There is a homage to Malvina Reynolds in here too. I do adore Malvina.

I wrote this before I travelled through Asia again and witnessed the tsunami of humanity that is engulfing the planet. It is far more destructive than any wave of any magnitude.

It leaves me full of dread on many levels.